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Post by arcanephantom on Dec 30, 2005 8:32:51 GMT -5
I see the blades I remember my bloody escapades They're sharp They're beautiful But it's my role To stay away I'll be with my baby Another day My substitute The reason I've left the blades Left the scarlet self raids Enticing The slicing Shining and sharp If I do he will harp And yell Put me through hell The addiction had me stuck But now I have him to hold and to fuck What rare luck But I still fight Even though I have him to bite And make things right
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Post by jessiree on Jan 31, 2006 22:59:05 GMT -5
interesting i like your poem has a really nice flow to it great write ~Jess
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Post by *GoThIc_FairY* on Feb 24, 2006 16:18:38 GMT -5
i llike this poem, nice work!
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